Life is such a chaotic thing, it brings you unexpected challenges. Sometimes, these challenges are catastrophic, told for eons by others, descendants of the survivors of that fateful day.

You are one, your enemies are legion. But that makes it more fun, in my opinion.

This story has been brewing in my mind for a time. What happens if you drop a human into the middle of a brewing war, with nothing except some patchwork clothes, a few tools, and a magical generator?

if you want to guess what happened to him, rather than waiting, here's the basic rundown: he has a severe fear of heights, loud noises cause him to become alert, scared. he has a fear of being near fires.

Other tags that could apply: Sex, Occasional Slice of Life, Sad.